nikki goes down again, siiiick beat, its a g unit beat.
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker!
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I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
Lyrics
its been over a year, me n nikki is still beefing
i still call him a queer n theres nothing he achieving
hes still keeping the lame pose, raps with the same flow
n i'm kinda ridiculos to beef with the same hoe
hes got no others tracks, your game is crappy
nikki made an album n every song was about happy
i heard your pops left you cause you failed you dad
make a track with me, me and a female should collab
i'm coming on a club beat so you feel it better
you eating cheese wiz's the only you see chedder
i own a factory where ak's be made
the only you making noise is at the gay parade
we all fucking hate you, asshole take a hike
n we wanna all kill the guy who sold you a mic
dawg what was he thinking n what were you drinking?
you game is pure skunk, you damn well know its stinking
bullets all this bitch get, go put on your fish nets
bullet have you wig split, go put on some lipstick
you make me wanna puke, you aint no shooter duke
i once see nikki on the block rocking hooker boots
now if he see dick, hes ready to blow that
or maybe just fuck his own sister like borat
you dont get respect cause if you real, you earn
the truths like a flamethrower cause you feel the burn
everywhere hood that you go to
theres aint a gangsta around who wanna know you
i was rocking rhymes way before you
dawg you just wack so stop shitting on rap
you really get no plays, you diss me once a day
get no pay n act like you got something to say
you rhymes are simple, mine is tricky okay
just break that fucking closet door n say that nikki is gay
i told you to aim high so you got weeded man
your whole style is weak n we dont' need it man
grab cock n eat it man, cant defeat my clan
n you busting on men's the only time you heated man
seeing your name IBI, imma start beating your wife
disconnect your neck n show you the meaning of life
you leaning to the right if i'm walking on the left
i'm ripping off your head, change your name to macbeth
get no love on your page, get no love on the stage
find someone else to bug dawg, we aint getting engaged
every diss track i made, i came out the winner
cause i'm laying down the law like principal skinner
Every block i go, cats running they girly mouth
shottys will blow, i'm gunning down the dirty south
close your fucking mouth n chill cause you soft
n i dont give two shit how much your grillz have cost
the industry is all lying into my dagger
cause the unsigned seem to be the only rappers
new raps lame, heard of these cowards who speak?
they dont know it's words that overpower the beat
cats like snoop say they the shit with a glock
shook knight was right, snoops the biggest snitch on the block
saying they rich and they hot, that aint a fucking factor
like de niro n pesci, they a bunch of fucking actors
new tracks are just dootie yo
i bet the game n fifty recorded diss tracks on each other in the same studio
its little this n young that, bragging how they cash stack
dawg i'm way to real for it n i dont fucking back that
we watch the mainstreem, forgot on the rappers who try
n didnt big n pac make more money after they died
we all wanting dough n i probably would to
big gangsta rappers bow down to the hollywood jew
turn yellow into red when i punch they gold mouth
raps like rolling stone tickets cause its fucking sold out
hustlers aint mc's, i dont find criminals ill
i open my eyes n check the ones with lyrical skill
watching music videos, homies kicking gay tracks
n i dont know y we all licking dre's crack
shady n fifty shitty when they cooperate tracks
injure them both n see the doctor operate that
meet me face to face dawg n your ass is mine
i get us two tickets to pursue our beef in palestine
lets see if you tough then, striahgt up robbing ya
i got cops working for me dawg like the fucking mafia
i'm glad to be broke, love ridding a shitty car
these rapper bitches are like the girls at the titty bar
taking orders but they still rap on
